Stop all the noise, the reality shows, and junk TV
Make quiet talk radio, and all other sounds that get to me
Hush all traffic and marching bands, especially hush the piper too
And give me peace, and time, and space, to think of what it is I need to do
Let the birds fly far overhead but let them fly in silence now
Cause the clouds to darken and let the sun not shine, nor remember how
Dress the deer, moose and wolves in shades of dullest grey and black
Tell all who knew of you, that you will not be coming back
You were my baby brother once, still are, so now you see
It strikes me as cruel and unfair that you go on and without me
For there was a time, we were as close as heart to beat and blood to vein
I thought I had forever; I was wrong, I’ll not see you again
The aurora, she will not dance for me nor, I find, do I want her to
So close those shimmery drapes, I’ll call the moon up for you
Drain the lakes of all the diamond waves and close fast the night
Leave Luna alone with me to grieve and shut all else from my sight
S.E.Ingraham
(in memory of W.J.Hislop 1953-2010)
